Book The Second Little Miss Red Riding Wolffe Visits Friends In Sealth by Grandpa

Book the Second

Little Miss Red Riding Wolffe Visits Friends In Sealth by Grandpa


Not far from the little village by the green, lush meadow, by the tiny stream that runs right into the large river where mom, dad, and fry salmon live, there is a very old settlement. The ancient people called it "Sealth," for a great man who was very
kind to his people and really careful to make sure every child obeyed the rules, and he knew all the people's treasured knowledge.

This knowledge he kept was first about the good Creator, and all the messengers and protectors He had. They came to the wild woods where Seattle is, making the large green meadows, and grassy pastures that went right to the edge of the sea waters. In some places they built natural earth slides that blocked streams, making beautiful lakes. Huge redwood, fir, and cedar trees grew up to make dense woods. Around the edges of the woods, beautiful dogwood, tall alder, and wispy yew trees flourished. Lady slipper, bleeding heart, ragweed, and many kinds of sedum grew in the rocks and meadows.
The meadows were home to deer, moose, elk, and occasional goats. Many black and brown bear families also lived in the lush meadows, and close-by wooded hills, where the streams run into the lakes.Little Riding Wolffe loved to go outside their little village, into the meadows, to chase swallow tail and monarch butterflies, and chase all the chipmunks and squirrels she could up nearby trees. That's what really got her into trouble with Mrs. Brown Bear! And Mrs. Brown Bear has a verrrryyy long memory!

When the snow had melted after that wild night at Grandma's, with Mr. Neigh! chasing Mrs. Brown Bear into the hornets' nest in the berry patch, they headed back home to their meadow home, Miss Riding Wolffe on Mr. Neigh!'s back. They passed the spot where the tree broke the road OK, and later found the Green Hornet right where it was still stuck in the huge bush. Mr. Neigh shook his head when he saw it. "That's a-wonder we weren't hurt!" he said. "That sure was some scare!"
Aren't you going to get the Green Hornet out?," Miss Riding Wolffe asked.

"Well," he sorta sighed and shook his head and whinnied all at the same time, "it's just too much for me, now. I'll get the young sterling chauffer who is working for the Judge Owl Family. He is much stronger than I am. Maybe we can come for it tomorrow."


[Picture of The Family Circus cartoon; "Can you read me about Little Red and her Riding Hood?"]


"Oh!" exclaimed Miss Wolffe, "can I come too?"

"That's "May I come," my little friend. Ask me, "May I come, too!""

"I'm sorry . . . "May I come, too?!", she asked. "Well, since you make such a good companion, and you put it 'that' way, you may!" Mr. Neigh! had a big horse grin on his face! "But, you'd better know, there won't be any butterfly chasing while I'm in charge! One problem with Mrs. Brown bear is more than enough for me!" He looked around at his little rider.

"I promise," said the little wolf. "See? I have my two paws crossed over my heart!"

And she nearly fell off Mr. Neigh!'s back!

Grandma had sent a nice picnic lunch, so when they reached the meadow by the mighty stream, they stopped at a picnic table (Really, it was a large flat rock), and ate berries, apple pie, and a delicious porridge made from Grandma's secret recipe for salal berries and orange-colored huckle berries, Miss Red Riding Wolffe's favorite. With lots of the sweetest honey, too!

Mr. Sails, at the ferry boat landing, was taking a nap when they arrived. His wife had made a big lunch for him, with his favorite camas bulbs, and a bowl of fresh black berries and honey comb! He was sleepy when he finished. But, he quickly got the engine going, then took them back across the fast, deep stream.

On the way over, Mr. Neigh!, with Miss Riding Wolffe helping him at every important point, told Mr. Sails the story of their trip to Grandma's after leaving him at the edge of the stream.

"And she really screamed loud when those hornets started stinging her!," said Miss Riding Wolffe, in her most excited voice. "You'd have laughed till you cried too!"

"Well," Mr. Neigh! said, "I hope it all taught her to mind her manners more! We don't need another incident like the last two I've had with her. But, somehow, I don't think it's finished yet!" He didn't know how 'right' he was! Mrs. Brown Bear was 'not' about to be humbled by any old horse! Especially Mr. Neigh! !!

It was dark when they finally got back. Night falls early in the land of Sealth at Christmas time. Of course, Blue Jay had left Grandma's to fly the message of their getting stuck in the blizzard to Miss Wolffe's mom and dad, so they did not worry when they did not return as expected. He also made a trip each day, just to make sure everyone knew what was going on. What he didn't know, though, was that someone was eve's dropping on his messages to her folks! Someone who wanted to make trouble!

Someone besides Mrs. Brown Bear!

You know, I forgot to mention another resident in the meadow village. Really, this is a large family of uncles, aunts, cousins, nieces, nephews, parents, grandparents, and many children. I'm talking about the large clan of cotton-tail rabbits!

Now, there's just something you 'know' about a rabbit, when you try to look one in both eyes! For one, that's impossible, since their eyes are each on an opposite side of their face! But, aside from that little problem, have you ever seen a rabbit that looked 'honest'? I mean, these creatures are so mischievous that maybe even Creator can't guess what move one of them will make next!

It wasn't really her next-door, rabbit family's little Jonny's fault, for what happened next, well, at least he hadn't 'planned' for it!, but, it WAS his mischief that got the series of events going! It all started last year . . .


Red Riding Wolffe had just returned from an extended visit with her grandma, for Christmas, again, and Blue Jay had faithfully flown back and forth with daily news of the Little Wolf girl for her parents. It had been very, very cold that year, so she had loved to curl up in Grandma's warm, soft, furry tail, to sleep all night.

It was shortly after her return home from last year's Christmas visit when the following incident took place. It explains why Mr. Neigh was about to have yet another major accident, on his 'helpful' journey to take Miss Riding Wolffe to Grandma's for Christmas, and back home, for Christmas this year. The Green Hornet is soon to be forgotten, as this story moves on . . .!

"Hey Mom!"  it was Little Miss Red Riding Wolffe calling her mother. She had just learned how to bake her grandmother's favorite lemon-flavored cookies, and she had made a fresh batch. She wanted to take some over next door, to Jonny Rabbit, her best play-friend. "Mom! I'm going over to Jonny's house. I'm taking him some cookies!

"OK!." her mother had said.

You may think it strange that wolf pups played with young rabbits, but long ago they really liked each other. But, events, and a long time to have many events, and to remember them, cause some creatures to have relationship problems. Wolves and rabbits, too. This incident was one of many that eventually led to wolves' animosity toward rabbits - but that's a lonnnggg, loooonnnggg time after Little Red Riding Wolffe's time. For now, Jonny Rabbit was just a little bunny, full of fun and tricks, and a neighbor girl to play them on!

Jonny and Miss Riding Wolffe used a 'secret' pathway, through a hollow log, that made a hole through the briar patch, then around a special tree to go to each other's house. It was too small for their folks to follow. Now that they were growing up, it was almost too small for them!

On this afternoon, Riding Wolffe chose to just go direct to Jonny's house. Her father had read a chapter from her "Bible Stories for Little Wolves" book that morning, and Miss Riding Wolffe was very happy. So happy that she wasn't really watching out for unexpected surprises. She was singing and whistling her favorite songs, when from behind the tree on the path stepped the meanest-looking mother weasel Red Riding Wolffe had ever seen!

"Alright!," screeched the angry weasel, "Where have you taken my kitten's special fur-ball doll!" Those were made by her grandma last Christmas. I know that you have them, because Blue Jay keeps telling your mom about your running off to your grandma's and that you were keeping warm with a fur ball that you had there! Now, young lady, I know you have my daughter's fur-ball doll - why don't you just give it to me, right now?!!"

Totally surprised, and bewildered, Little Miss Red Riding Wolffe just stood blinking at the angry Mrs. Weasel. "I, I, I,  . . . but I, "she tried to think what to say, but Mrs. Weasel butted in.

"You naughty little wolf! What will your mother say when she finds out! Now, little lady,  . . . 'The Doll'!!," she yelled at the little girl-wolf.

But, bu . . I, I," stumbled Miss Riding Wolffe's voice . . ."I DON'T HAVE YOUR FUR BALL DOLL!," she finally yelled back. "and, I'm going to tell my MOM!," she said real loud, "about what you just said!"

Now, it was Mrs. Weasel turn to be surprised! She was so certain that Miss Red Riding Wolffe had the doll, that she didn't stop to think she'd better make sure first!

And now, Mrs. Weasel was angrier - and embarrassed at herself! She grabbed Little Riding Wolffe by the paw, and started to pull her toward the front yard of the Rabbit Family's home! But, as you probably know, weasels are much smaller than even wolf children. It sure looked funny - - - angry Mrs. Weasel, so much smaller, but older, trying to make Riding Wolffe go where she didn't want to go!

In fact, it was so funny that they heard someone laughing! Quickly Mrs. Weasel turned loose of Red Riding Wolffe's paw, and turned around to see who was laughing.

There, almost in tears for his laughter, sat Jonny Rabbit, about ready to roll over from his laughing!

"You little trouble maker," shouted Mrs. Weasel, madder than before. "What is so funny that you must sit there laughing?" Seeing her so angry, standing on her hind feet and just barely tall enough even then to reach Riding Wolffe's shoulder, Jonny laughed so hard he did roll over! And over and over!

"What's going on in my back yard?," Mrs. Rabbit's voice right next to Mrs. Weasel, made everyone jump! "You!, Jonny! WHAT have you done now?!! You're in so much mischief, I just don't know what I'm to do with you! Come on now . . .  tell your mother!"

Poor Jonny! For once it wasn't something he knew about, because he hadn't heard what Mrs. Weasel said about the fur-ball doll! He only saw the funny scene of Mrs. Weasel trying to move Red Riding Wolffe to the front yard. "But, mom!," he started to explain, but she interrupted; "Now, young Rabbit, YOU TELL ME, RIGHT NOW!!"

Jonny's mother often talked that way to him, and she wouldn't listen to any explaining why it wasn't his fault - even if it REALLY wasn't his fault! So, he learned to tell kinda not-so stories to make her think he was guilty, but not so guilty as she thought, even at times when he truly wasn't guilty - just to get her to stop yelling at him! Not really sure why Mrs. Weasel was angry at Red Riding Wolffe, or why she was in his back yard, and why it was 'wrong' to laugh at the funny sight of a little weasel trying to pull a young wolf, he said, "OK, mom. I was laughing because Miss Riding Wolf was being chased by Mrs. Weasel, because Riding Wolffe has that bag in her mouth, and, well, it's really funny to see a little old momma weasel try to pull a wolf around!" He felt really, really embarrassed when he heard his voice say 'that' about Mrs. Weasel!

That explanation sounded reasonable to little Jonny Rabbit, but not exactly good to either Red Riding Wolffe, or Mrs. Weasel, or his mom! Both Mrs. Weasel and Red Riding Wolffe started to talk at the same time - "Now, that's not what happened. . " Mrs. Weasel glared at Red Riding Wolffe, who stopped, because adults think they know more, and should be allowed to always speak first, even when they REALLY don't know, and let Mrs. Weasel continue her side of the response.

" . . . happened, young man! First, I WAS NOT chasing Miss Riding Wolffe, and she doesn't have something in that bag that I want! But, she DOES have my little Sly Catcher Weasel's fur-ball doll, and she won't tell me where she has it hidden!" (Mrs. Weasel thought that if she pretended to not be embarrassed by the fact that Red Riding Wolffe had plainly proved that she did not have the doll by stating that she would take Mrs. Weasel straight to her mother, to tell her that Mrs. Weasel was demanding she return a doll that she did not have, that it would sound better than if she admitted that she had made a mistake!)

At this, little Jonny Rabbit hung his head, "Mrs. Weasel, I have Sly Catcher's fur-ball doll, but . . ." "

"YOU!!!," shouted Mrs. Weasel. "And, just where did you get it, little rabbit. Did Red Riding Wolffe give it to you? I know that she had it, and played with it at her grandmother's house. I heard Blue Jay say so!"

"YOU DID WHAT?!!!" the voice above them shrieked. It was Blue Jay himself! "Now, Mrs. Weasel, you tell me what you heard me tell Mrs. Wolffe!"

"Uh, um, I, um." Mrs. Weasel was very embarrassed now! "Well, I'm waiting," Blue Jay said.

"Er, uhm, I was in the hollow log, behind the Wolffe's house, and I heard you tell Riding Wolffe's mother that she was OK, because she could stay warm at her grandma's, curled up with her furry doll on the cold nights. My daughter's fur-ball doll HER grandma made for her is missing. And now, I KNOW where it is!"

"Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha! WhooWee, HeHeHe!" Now it was Blue Jay's turn to laugh! Then, Miss Riding Wolf began to laugh, too!

"HeeHee, YipYip Yippeee!" Pretty soon, Blue Jay, Red Riding Wolffe, and Little Jonny Rabbit were holding onto each other, trying to not fall down! ('Course, that's even funnier to watch, since a laughing Blue Jay, holding on to a Laughing Wolf, who is holding on to a laughing little rabbit - well, you get the picture!) Then, Mrs., Rabbit joined the fun!

But, Mrs. Weasel just glared more angrily at them than before! "I'll be," she fumed. "The four of you going on like this! And, it is VERY serious business! Now, where is my daughter's fur-ball doll?!!" At this, the laughter stated over!

Suddenly, Mrs. Rabbit stopped. "I'm very sorry, Mrs. Weasel. Of course you want the fur-ball doll," and she started to giggle again! "Humfp, huhuhaha, er, what I mean is, hahaha, we need to take this seriously, ohohoho hahaha Uh, I mean, let's just ask Blue Jay what it was that he really saw at Red Riding Wolffe's grandma's house, or heard."

"Mr. Blue Jay. What . . ." she started, but he was still laughing so hard tears were falling. "Mr. Jay!" she said firmly and loudly. "Just what did you mean, "curled up with her fur ball"? Did she have Mrs. Weasel's, er, I mean Sly Catcher's fur-ball doll?" She almost started laughing again.

"HeeHee - HahHa! Blue Jay could barely stop laughing. "Wait a moment," he said.

In a few seconds, he said, "Not at all! Miss Little Red Riding Wolffe likes to cuddle up, on cold nights at Grandma's, balled up in her furry, soft tail! She calls her grandma's tail her "Furry Doll"! I'm sure Little Riding Wolffe does NOT have your daughter's fur-ball doll, Mrs. Weasel, And, she never had it!," he added. He was almost still laughing, and very angry, at the same time!

"Well!," exclaimed Mrs. Weasel. Just where IS the fur-ball doll, then?

Jonny Rabbit hung his head, again. "Jonny?." his mother said sternly, What do you know that you haven't told us yet, young Rabbit?"

"I, I, well, you see, Sly Catcher was over, and we were playing in the underground burrow I made, pretending we were a family. We used her fur doll for the baby. I don't know if she took it home. I can go look?"

"Now, young Rabbit, why didn't you say that before?" Demanded Mrs. Weasel. "I'd have been home with it by now, if you had just said the truth!"

"Wait a minute!." Mrs. Rabbit was really angry now! "There's been enough misunderstanding from your wild accusation. YOU! Just keep your mouth shut, else NOBODY will be looking for your doll! I'll send you off my property if you say one more mean thing!"

The surprise on Mrs. Weasel's face looked so funny that Jonny almost started to laugh again!. He stopped just in time.

"Now, son, you go see if that fur-ball doll is still in the burrow," his mother commanded. "Bring it right here, if it is!" Jonny was so happy to escape from his accuser! He ran to the burrow, and brought it back, handing it to Mrs. Weasel.

"You!," Mrs. Weasel said with a nasty sound. You had my little daughter's fur-ball doll all this time and didn't give it back! I should make your life miserable for this!"

"Well," Blue jay spoke with a firm voice, "You're doing such a good job of doing just that, that I might think you get paid for doing it!"

With that, Mr. Blue Jay flew off. He didn't need to listen to any more of the false accusations.



Well, it had been over a year since Red Riding Wolffe could fit into Jonny Rabbit's secret burrow, so she did not know a very important thting about it. If she had known she would have warned Mr. Neigh! about where NOT to walk, as they came back home from Grandma's!

What little Red Riding Wolffe did not know about Little Jonny Rabbit's secret burrow was about to turn her safe trip back home into a living nightmare! Shall we continue!?

Actually, since her last visit with Jonny Rabbit in his secret burrow, which he had dug right at the edge of the hedge row by the path that went by the Wolffe's little cabin by the tall tree, he had dug it out further, and now it was under part of the path! He liked to play spy, and would sit and watch traffic go by on the path, from a little hole he had poked through to the surface, by a rock that was buried in the path.

He had not caught Mrs. Weasel using his 'secret' burrow to eves drop on the Wolffe family, so he was not aware that she was there the night that Mr. Neigh! and his little rider were returning from their eventful Christmas visit with Grandma Wolffe.

Just before Mr. Neigh! and Miss Red Riding Wolffe came to that particular spot, he had crawled down into the secret burrow, where Mrs. Weasel had already been for awhile, just in time to be an instigator in the next major event in Red Riding Wolffe's Christmas visit to Grandma's!

At the exact, same moment that Mr. Neigh! was about to step onto the very spot where the hidden spy burrow lay beneath the path, which was almost to Riding Wolffe's home by the tall tree in the green meadow, Rabbit bumped right into Mrs. Weasel, in the pitch-black darkness of the little spy burrow! Both Mrs. Weasel and little Jonny were so surprised that they jumped right through the thin layer of earth that formed the ceiling of the spy burrow! And, Mr. Neigh! was so shocked at their sudden appearance, and the shrieking noise both rodents were making, that he bolted!

Now, if you know how horses react to surprise, you know that Mr. Neigh! began running for dear life! He was terrified! It almost knocked Miss Riding Wolffe off his back, but she clung to his mane with all the strength she had!

Dense clouds hung low in the cold sky, making his fleeing all the more dangerous, and frightening! After what seemed like hours, Mr. Neigh! slowed to a fast run, then to a walk. After a bit, his heart settled down, and he started to think again. He had not run like this for many years, and when he got his thoughts back, he realized how tired he was, and, he also saw he was lost. His fast gallop had taken them miles from home, and they were now in a thick forest. It was very dark.

"Oh! Mr. Neigh! I'm really scared! Where are we?" Little Miss Riding Wolffe had almost lost her sense of Creator's care and protection, and was really, really scared from the enormous fright both she and Mr. Neigh! both felt like a damp coldness that threatened to choke them. She had been so happy to see how close to her little, warm home they were just the moment before the scare How she wished she was there now!

Mr. Neigh! felt very sorry for his little friend. "Honey, I'm not sure. I'm so sorry that I got so scared. I'm afraid that I'm lost, now. I wish I could do something to make you feel better, but I don't know what."

"Oh, Mr. Neigh! You can do something!," cried his little companion. You can pray with me to our Father in Heaven. He knows how lost we feel, and He knows exactly where we are! If we ask Him, He will guide us where he wants us to be, safe, for tonight!"

"Yes! My little friend," Mr. Neigh! said. "You are absolutely right! Let's pray now, and talk with our Father. He will show us the way we are to go!"

"Let me talk to Him first, Mr. Neigh!. You are tired."

"Dear Father, I know that You saw Mr. Neigh! when he got scared back there. Now, he doesn't know where he is, and both Mr. Neigh! and I are scared. We really need Your help! You are always so kind to us, help us to trust You, and to listen and do just what You say to us. And, dear Father, please make Mr. Neigh! to be rested and comfortable. He is so very tired! He needs Your strength, too!"

When she stopped, and listened, Mr. Neigh! was breathing like he was asleep! She patted his head with her forepaw, and he made a quiet whinny, like he did whenever she patted him as he slept in his barn stall at home. She was satisfied.

When she put her own head down to sleep, to her Father in Heaven she said, "Father, please give mom and dad good peace tonight. Tell them that You are taking care of me, and Mr. Neigh!, so they won't worry. Thank You!" she went to sleep, too.


The world Little Miss Riding Wolffe lived in was a simple, happy place. There was little to fuss and worry about, because the community hadn't started to fuss and worry, except for a few pioneer worrier and fussers, like Mrs. Weasel! But, as time went on to our day, more and more folk learned to prefer fussing and worrying! Riding Wolffe remembered something her grandpa told her many times, before he went to heaven.

"Honey," he would say in his grandpa-to-granddaughter-voice, "we laugh and I tell you fun stories, and we have lots of joy together, but this one thing is most important of all; always love and trust your Father in Heaven. He is the One Who made you, and all the world around you, both friend and enemy. Because He loves you, he will not ever let more trouble come to you than is best for you to grow up with great trust for His love. If you learn to trust Him in every part of your life, and everywhere you go, you will always be very close to both Him, and to me - because I am by His side always. He is my very best friend, and I really hope you keep Him as your best friend, too."

Whenever he said this to her, grandpa seemed more loveable and cuddly. She knew that her Father in heaven was very warm and cuddly too, and she felt His presence, just like she now felt her grandpa's presence, much like when she used to when she was sitting on his lap or running around him in the meadow, or curled up by him when he told her funny stories about human children, way in the future. Some of them were named Cynthia, Melissa, and Eriel! What great stories her grandpa told about these three little angels, who had a father and grandpa who loved them very, very, very much! She loved to hear the stories about them.

So, dear child, you can imagine what Red Riding Wolffe was dreaming about as she slept by Mr. Neigh! that scary night! Her dreams of grandpa and the Father in Heaven, and her three little friends in grandpa's stories filled her little wolf-pup head all night!


"Chee! Chee!Chee! Sheeee! Chit Chit Chit, Cut-Cut-Cut, Cheree!"

It was Blue Jay! He had found them, and was sitting on Mr. Neigh!'s ear, trying to wake both him and Red Riding Wolffe up!. Of course, what they heard was . . . "It's morning! It's morning! Wake up! Wake up!, sleepy heads!"

When she opened her eyes, Red Riding Wolffe saw the deep blue sky above the very tall fir trees, under which they had made their warm bed on the dry needles, so deep that they made a soft bed. "Oh! Look over there!" she exclaimed, pointing to a wide stretch of the bluest water she had ever seen. And there, not far away from the hill they were sleeping on, just past the fresh green meadow below, was the part of Sealth's water front called Meadow Bay, by people in her time. It was very beautiful!

"Can we go to the water?, she asked. "Please, it would very nice, and you can watch and rest for awhile there," she said to Mr. Neigh!.

"Well, I would like to," he said, but your mother must be worried about you! We need to get back, so she won't be alarmed!"
"I can take care of that!" Blue Jay flew down onto Mr. Neigh!'s back. "I'll go right now and tell everyone that you're both OK, and that something scared you last night, Mr. Neigh!. I know Mrs. Wolffe will be happy to have her little daughter here, with you, and, maybe I can find out what scared you, too."

"OK, but do come back right away, so I know it's OK," Mr. neigh said. "I don't want to stay here if Red Riding Wolffe's mom wants her back home. We'll stay at the water, down there." He lifted a front hoof to point to the water at the edge of the middle of the meadow. But, he soon was to wish he'd pointed out another spot!


Now, this time was a verrryyy, verrrryyyy long time ago, and names of things were different then. The name for the area was Sealth in that peoples'language, but the water was called "Creator's Kitchen," because it was a great source of many kinds of food. Some even called it "Creator's Table," because of the beauty of it and the surrounding shores, and it was usually calm, unlike the ocean, where it came from, far to the North.

Many streams and several rivers brought fresh water to it. and many fish entered their family's fresh water homes through it, to lay their kinds of eggs for the next generation.

The noisy, long distance-flying geese from the coast lands far to the North landed on this great body's shores, to rest and eat high-energy grasses they needed for their long flights. From far to the South, humming birds came here, to hover over bright, beautiful flowers that gave them sweet nectars to nourish and give them energy for the long flights back to their Winter homes in the South. Many honey bees made this land their home, and it was a happy bear who found a bees' nest in an old, hollow log, and ate honey till it was groggy - and full of bee stings!

Each Spring Blue Jays welcomed their cousins from the South, the Robins, and distant 3rd cousins, the Swallows. On his way to tell mother Wolffe the good news of finding her daughter and Mr. Neigh! safe and sound, and their request to visit Meadow Bay, Mr. Blue Jay remembered meeting his very best friend, Red Robin, last Spring. He was just arrived from his Winter home in the South.

Red Robin had been in a cheery mood, happy to have arrived on such a fine day in his favorite Summer home. He had already started to build a nest for his pretty wife, but had stopped to pull up a tasty mouthful - er, beak full, of big, fat juicy worms! To Mr. Blue Jay, the worms were, well, shall we say, "Lacking for taste appeal?, so he waited while Cousin Red Robin finished his meal.

"Fine to see you, cousin!," Blue Jay said.

"Oh!," exclaimed Red Robin. I didn't see you! Yes! And it's very good to be back! I trust that you've had a pleasant Winter?"
"Well, 'cept for a long spell of heavy rains, when it was a mite difficult to get out for meals, yes, it was an OK Winter. I'm happy to see it's Spring again, too!"

Red Robin was happy to bring Blue Jay to visit his wife and they had a wonderful time together. That was last Summer.
Today, he was not expecting to see the Red Robins, it was much too early in the year. Just as fast as Cynthia, Melissa, and Eriel can eat their moms' fresh-baked chocolate chip, oatmeal and raisin cookies, dipped in cold strawberry milk, on a hot Summer day, Mr. Blue Jay was arriving at the Wolffe's home by the tall tree, to deliver the good news, and Riding Wolffe's request. Little did he realize that he had still another unexpected message to bring back home, before this was even delivered!

Soon after they had started for the edge of the meadow, to sit by Meadow Bay, "Creator's Kitchen," what we call Puget Sound, Mr. Neigh! and Little Red Riding Wolffe found a family of otters, who were sliding down a mud slide into a tiny stream. Their shrill shrieks of laughter, pranks of splashing mud on each other, and swimming with their tummies floating out of the water, and eating clams on their "tummy tables," was fun to watch. When they had watched and laughed for a while, the horse and his little rider set off for Meadow Bay again.

"I wish Mrs. Weasel could have fun like that," Miss Riding Wolffe said. "she is too unhappy all the time. Maybe she would like to laugh if she was sliding down the mud slides with the Otter Family!" Just thinking about this was so funny, to imagine a very fancy, elegant, proper mother Weasel sliding in the mud, that they laughed!

Now, to really understand what happened next, don't peek ahead! In just a few pages you'll get a big surprise! But, for now, just keep reading, because you will need to know what I have to tell you, so the surprise makes sense! Or, if grandma is reading this to you, just be patient! We'll get there soon enough!

Sometimes, when you looked at something, like a mountain rising above flat ground between you and it, it looked like you could just walk over to the mountain. Right? But, if the curve of the Earth made the ground closest to you hide the rest of the way to that mountain, and there was actually a river, or even a canyon between you and the distant mountain, how would you know, except that you actually traveled toward the mountain, and discovered the canyon, or stream?

So, to Mr. Neigh! and Red Riding Wolffe, Meadow Bay water looked like it was an easy walk to get to its edge.



Miss Little Red Riding Wolffe was just a young wolf-pup, but she had a deep faith in Creator to keep her safe, and to guide her where He wanted her to go, and to experience all He wanted her to, so she would grow up trusting Him for all she needed in her life. Her trust in Him made it easy for her to go where grown up wolves would fear too much to go, and make excuses why 'not' to explore new things and places. So, it was probably a good thing that Miss Riding Wolffe was the one Creator led to this place, and to have such a desire to explore all she could. Otherwise, we would never have the wonderful story of her great discoveries, and all her surprises!


Now then, I said that often we see a distant place we want to go to, and all we see is flat ground between where we stand, and the distant place, and we think it would be a simple walk to get there. Well, as Mr. Neigh! walked toward Meadow Bay, they found that the way was blocked by a deep, steep-sided ravine, with a fast, deep stream at the bottom. It was full of large rocks, and many tough bushes, called "iron bush," were between them and the bottom of the ravine. The bushes were so thick they couldn't see the way down to the bottom of the ravine, or any pathway to get there.

Red Riding Wolffe had the solution, though. It's the same solution to every problem any creature has, and so she said, out loud, "Father, You see our problem. In fact, You knew we would face it, here, and yet You gave us the interest to go to Meadow Bay, so You also know how we are to cross this ravine." And, just then is when the Otter Family went by, headed down toward the fast stream, past where they stood! They had missed seeing a narrow path just wide enough for the otters, and slippery for them to slide down!

Mr. Neigh! looked at it, and backed away! "Please," asked Miss Riding Wolffe, so he said, "Well, I'll try." He was not so sure it was a good idea, at all! But, if he had not made this important choice to at least try, we would not have one of the most fantastic stories ever told!

Tiny Tim Otter waved as he went by. So did Mary Sue, Joshua, and even grandpa Otter!

"Hey! Do you want to get across?," Joshua asked. "I know where the stream is shallow. Just walk along this bank, down stream. We'll show you a place to come down to the stream. Follow me!"

So Joshua Otter led horse and rider along the top of the high bank, down stream. In about a mile, a loud roar from the stream rose from a water fall, but the side they traveled on was beginning to have a less steep slope down to the stream.

"The pathway down is right there!," little Joshua Otter said. He pointed to a very small, otter-sized path going down from the bank almost at Mr. Neigh!'s feet. Below them, the stream fell over a high cliff, but the path Joshua now took was less steep, where it went down the bank to the stream below. The trouble for Mr. Neigh! was, it was too small for a horse!

But, he wanted to please his sweet little friend, so he decided to try to take her safely down the bank. He didn't know he was about to meet an ancient enemy he had only instinctual memories about. He had never in his long life met such a creature!

"Ugh!" Mr. Neigh! got so stuck halfway down that narrow little path, it's a miracle we now have the strange story that is coming up shortly!

"Humfp! Huff! Huff! Huh-umpf! He grunted as he tried to get past the thick Iron Bush that had caught him. It was impossible to go back up the path, and he could not budge past this miserable bush! "I'm afraid I got myself stuck!, Mr. Neigh! said. He looked up at Miss Riding Wolffe. "I don't know what to do."

"Oh, silly Mr. Neigh!," cried Riding Wolffe. You didn't ask Heavenly Father to show you what to do, yet! Go ahead, ask Him!"

"Oh," Mr. Neigh! replied, he was embarrassed. " I will, right now!"

"My Father in Heaven," he said, "I'm sorry, but I didn't remember to talk to You for guidance - again! Is it too late to help me now?"

What happened next you might be tempted to think was impossible, or just in funny stories about a little wolf pup who gets into all sorts of adventure. It REALLY DID HAPPEN, Just this way!

When Mr. Neigh! finished speaking, the earth shook! In Sealth, there are a number of breaks in the earth mantle, way underneath the water, the meadows, and even the mountains! Every so often, Father in Heaven adjusts the deep rocks, and the whole area above shakes!

Right then, when Mr. Neigh! was thinking he would spend the rest of his life on earth stuck in that iron bush, half way down the ravine bank, he was shaken loose by an earth quake! But, so were some rocks and earth above him! They all tumbled and rolled to the bottom of that ravine faster than you can blink at the surprise!

As the falling rocks and earth went by them, the path was cleared, and the way down became a soft landing for Mr. Neigh!. Even the Otter Family scrambled out of the way of the falling earth and rocks!

But even more surprises were waiting! One of the otters noticed that a wide hole had formed at the top of the waterfall, where now a lake was growing. Just past it, near the top of the waterfall, the stream was very shallow, where Mr. Neigh! could easily walk across. The rest of the stream was in a deep cut through solid rock, with sides too steep for Mr. Neigh! to enter the water, and get out on the other side.

However, he was just about to meet his longtime, ancient nemesis(You might want to look up 'nemesis in a dictionary), an enemy so adept at beguiling his prey that they had no idea he was preying on them! (Go ahead, look up 'beguiling,' too!)

Before Mr. Neigh had a chance to take the first step in the shallow part of the stream, there was one of the most strange creatures half running, half sliding down the same ripped-up bank he'd just almost fallen down himself! It was an ostrich, from Australia! A very BIG ostrich, too!

"Quick! Jump off my back!, " Mr. Neigh! nearly shouted at the dumbfounded Miss Riding Wolffe. "Quickly! Run to that bush over there!"

You might not know this, but horses and ostriches got into a very bad row in the Great Garden of Eden. And, we're just about to find out why!

He then backed up toward that very surprised Mr. Ostrich, and was just ready to plant both of his very big, very heavy hind hooves right on the ostriches' chest!



In a moment we'll finish that part! First, we need a little history lesson . . .

After leaving the Great Ark of Safety, Captain Noah, to settle the problem between the Horse and the Ostrich Families, after the Great Flood, put Horses in North Africa, and Ostriches in South Africa, and in Australia (Which was originally called "Ostrichlia," but eventually the name was changed to more easily pronounce it!), far apart from one another.

On the Ark Creator had instructed him to build, and how to construct it to make it safely through the very, very worst ocean storm ever in history, Noah didn't know about this ancient enmity. His sons had placed ostriches right next to the horses on the Great Ark. That led to one of the scariest, most frightening events ever in the history of Earth we'll be finding out, but only after we get past this next point in the story!

Anyway, in Miss Riding Wolffe's day, they still didn't get along, and if they ever got together, instant brouhaha and other mayhem quickly ensued! ( I know, you need to go look up 'brouhaha'!)

Mr. Neigh! was a very wise, old horse, by then. But he had faithfully passed down to his children, and there were quite a few horses he had sired, the ancient stories about Ostriches that his own grandpa had passed on to him, from his grandpa. He had never seen an ostrich, but in his instincts, he immediately knew that this strange creature was one. The ancient stories told every horse what to do, if ever facing an ostrich, so Mr. Neigh! was just following his heritage, as he readied himself to deliver what could easily be a death blow to the old, gentlemanly ostrich!

As it happened, when Noah had first placed horses and ostriches on the Ark, they were free to roam about. The two ostriches were not together for reasons we'll discover later, but Mr. Ostrich was berthed right next to the Horses' stall. The horses had no idea it was there, which is something else we will find out about why later.

Even so, the ostriches, with sharp, long beaks, can ran faster, and we will find they can dodged about too quick for the horses to bite them. Over the time since, the horses had devised a method to deal the ostriches a deadly, final blow with their hind hooves, before the ostriches even knew they were under attack!

But, even before the Great Flood, Horses and Ostriches had had a very big, very bad experience, and we will be getting into that, later.

For now, as Mr. Neigh! made ready to fire a deadly blow to Mr. Ostrich, the surprised, old and quite wise Ostrich stopped quickly, and said, "Wall! Ba looww me to da fedders(Feathers), Thae Gaeode (Good) Laorde(Lord) daone sheak(Shake) mai(My) hyed (head) overn a-deow-yn(Over and down) thea cleiff oop yearn(up yonder), an hears ah a-preactly teumbels(and here I a-practically tumbles) i-ento ye, ayne ye tearns yo' baek o oyn mai(into you, and you turns your back around on me) whaen ah geetz a-cleos ta ye eal(when I gets a-close to you all)!" [Ostrich-speak is kinda hard to understand, especially when it comes from an Aussie ostrich!]

With that, the old ostrich (He said he was a professor of Gray Whale Culture, from Australia, and 'very' distinguished too, I should tell you), bowed low to Mr. Neigh! !!

Now, you could say that Mr. Neigh! was surprised! In fact, though he was dumbfounded (Ask grandma what 'dumbfounded' means before we go any further), and extremely embarrassed, a feeling of deep guilt struck him even dumber! The poor old horse was speechless! (There, I helped Grandma out!).

So, he just stood there, his back side still toward Mr. Ostrich, his head and ears drooping down! And, that's where I have to end this part of the Story of Miss Red Riding Wolffe!

Hope your Father in Heaven is your Very Best Friend, this Christmas! And, I pray for Him to send you every bit of His Love, and His Peace - for you, my dearly-loved children - and your families.

Love . . .
Grandpa.




[Note: Today, December 14, 2011, I posted the following on Cynthia Joy Armstrong's Blog Site . . . http://joyarmstrongphotography.blogspot.com/2011/02/blue-toes.html


"ClaudeA said...
Hope you see this!

For three dear small children in my life then, each of whom I love much, but you, daughter, the most, I wrote a lively story about a small wolf pup, whose trust in Creator made her life a living honor to Him, and rescued her and her traveling companion, an old horse, from many a wild danger.

I had thought to not post any more comments on this, one of your blogs, as I think you may not understand my heart at all, due to those who speak against me with half-truths, and multiplied un-truths. However, I do feel Creator wants you to have this gift, as it was in His Presence that it was formed in my heart, specifically for you to gain a deeper walk with Him, and a clearer understanding about His great love for you.

I do apologize for this, another intrusion in your space, yet I believe that reading the story, a four-part book by the time it was finished during its four-Christmas development, will bless you with hours of fun, and inspiring reading!
Yes! You are welcome! [After you read it, and see what say about it is real!]

papa

Oh! Nearly forgot! I am adding the entire text - and hopefully Carl will provide illustrations - to my, blog [http://claudea-more-than-gardens.blogspot.com/]

Look for this date, as I will publish the first two "books" today, minus illustrations, as I am only now typing the story into digital form. It will be in magazine-length sections on the blog, but I hope to add the entire story in a single file, somewhere, when it is fully digitized.

Oh! The parts I am publishing today are named: "Little Miss Red Riding Wolffe. Book First" and, Little Miss Red Riding Wolffe Visits Friends in Sealth. Book Second"

The third is several hundred pages long, so I'll likely post it in sections as I finish typing them. I wrote this series for Christmases of 1997, 98, 99, and 2000.

The fourth, and last section, "Little Miss Red Writing Wolffe, Jeremiah 3 & 4. Book Final"
To appreciate this final section, and the message it centers on, read both of these Hebrew Scripture chapters: Jeremiah 3, and, Jeremiah 4.
http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Jeremiah+3&version=NASB
http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Jeremiah+4&version=NASB.


This final section closes the fantastic story of section 3, "Captain YHVH; First Mate, Noah, and The Ark of Mutiny, Book Third." This section was, as I watched my hand write it down, like as if it was not my mind producing it, but a mind that was actually there during the pre-Flood world. Now, when I read it, it is like a story I did not write.

Also interesting, as I read it, I find new inspiration and guidance for my daily walk with Creator, in His Presence, and in His Creation. Most fascinating!

Enjoy!
December 14, 2011 6:28 AM

I pray and hope Cynthia Joy finds, and reads it, and goes on to read, and enjoy, and benefit from applying this story to her living! She's one lovely, adorable daughter! My daughter!"]